sheer ecstasy happens, when the tasty msg of the rou cuo mian soup mingles with the dull blandness of the unassuming gingko, upon the tip of your tongue. quit kissing: start eating. any, more explicit description's gonna veer towards sounding vaguely r(a). believe me, i tried. and 'tis not the time, being on topic of food.
but let me digress. you could read a chunk of sexual connotation into this innocent entry. after all, what can't, if even my bottomless pit is regarded as sexually insinuating? ;p
p.s: i shall also explain the perverse state of frost's mind in "the road not taken", if you ask me. it's darn funny. go read it yourself, keeping in mind to think crooked. can't help my family humour...!
